The New Year's Resolution ContestIn the comments section to this post, leave an interesting, imaginative, and/or bizarre new year's resolution. The most interesting, imaginative, and/or bizarre resolution, in the judgment of Tim Pratt, will win its creator a copy of The Strange Adventures of Rangergirl. (Please be sure to leave your email address in the comment, unless you know I already know how to get in touch with you.)

This contest will end on Sunday, January 8 at 8pm Eastern Standard Time, when judging will commence. The decisions of the judge are entirely subjective and binding. You are not required to believe either in the new year or the concept of resolutions to play.

18 comments:

My New Year's resolution for 2006 is to spend more time marketing my books (science fiction mysteries)--With the help of a scientist friend, I'm working on a plan to peddle them outside our galaxy, starting with Andromeda, since it's the closest. The largest stumbling block, of course, is fast delivery. If I'm successful, I'll move on to maybe M100. With 100 billion or so stars, I'm bound to make a killing. What could be more exotic than humans?

My resolution is to read 1 short story, on average, for each day of 2006...sort of. Based on average word count, novelettes count as 2 short stories and novelettes count as 4. I did this in 2004 and found it hugely enjoyable.

My resolution for 2006: write a PI novel set in a futuristic post-nuclear-disaster Upper Manhattan (not wholly evacuated, in other words, but declined to something like the east-coast equivalent of Richard Paul Russo's San Francisco in the Carlucci books), about a female protagonist who can't have sex because it makes her transform into a vicious panther but who is of course constantly being put in situations where it's irresistibly tempting to have sex anyway (and the other part of the resolution is to learn a lot more about the real-world New York S/M scene as research for the book). Wholesome, eh?

I resolve not to enter contests to win books I already have in my possession. Wait! Argh. Now I have to wait until 2007...

This is like when I resolved to not taunt jocks into throwing sporting goods at my solar plexus. The instant I told the jocks about my resolution, I got pelted in the solar plexus -- by both sporting goods and goods that I would describe as "not very sporting".

My New Year's Resolution is to NOT succumb to the curse of bridezilla. I'm a sensible, cynical, geeky kind of girl who fears becoming infected with this dreaded disease, ever since becoming engaged on New Year's Eve. Save me!

Resolutions? Never made them; not as a point of fact dependent on a calendar at least. I am weak beneath my strength, tumors grow and punch the armor leaving bumps and boils that in my ignorance I feel are invisible.

Dragging into man's new year a burden, a hurt and rage that rides the blood the length and breadth of me, returning to the heart to only reinfuse itself with life and cycle through again.

Control is not oblivious nor forgiving. Control is merely self-smothering and deadly to the soul. A resolution then, to set the evils free, to let the devils dance a song of written words and send them to a proper hell of hidden file upon a hard drive. There they can reside and spin unseen, unfelt, unspoiling of any lives.

Refusing to brush my teeth on certain nights ceased to be a defiant act at age five. I am not getting revenge on anyone. I resolve to move on to the level of stealing my sister's stuffed Barney and throwing it out the window to the dog. Not that, you know, I ever really left that time behind.

I resolve to read every single book known to man. I will, of course, fail -- and miserably -- but we can at least pretend for a little while longer, can't we? Free books would go a long way to helping me stave off a little of the harsh reality.

I resolve to take a Rangergirl tour. I'll start with a visit to Cafe Pergelosi and end with a visit to South Dakota where I will visit Wounded Knee and do my part to bring the White Buffalo Maiden back. And then I'll write up my experiences, sell it and ride on the coattails of Tim Pratt's success.